Wake Up Call (Part 2 of 2) [18+]

Posted on 17 Jan 2013 @ 6:11pm by Rear Admiral Lirha Saalm

3,390 words; about a 17 minute read

Mission: Episode 03 - Frontier
Location: USS Galileo - Panne's Quarters
Timeline: MD -02: 0355 hrs

Previously, on Wake Up Call (Part 1)...

As Maenad moved closer and pressed herself against her, Lirha's heart fluttered with a rarely-felt feeling of love and comfort. Maenad was beautiful, smart, passionate...a bit temperamental at times, but who wasn't? Lirha let out an airy breath as her science chief nuzzled her shoulder, then finally moaned softly into her mouth as they finally kissed, deeply and passionately for many long moments. Without noticing, the captain soon found herself on her back and fluttered her eyes at the tall woman as she took in the sight of her exposed breasts and smooth belly. Snaking her bare green arms underneath the soft fabric of the robe, Lirha wrapped her hands around Maenad's waist and pulled her closer, leaning her head up and planting a series of tender kisses along her collar and down the middle of her chest. When Maenad teased her lip with a gentle bite, the Orion couldn't resist letting out a soft whimper of delight. "I'm sorry," she whispered, "I had some administrative work to tend to." she explained. "But...I brought something that might make you feel better." she added, her eyes playfully flickering towards the bag she had brought with her which now laid nearby on the carpet.

And Now, the Conclusion...

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Maenad sat up with a disappointed smile on her face. She closed her robe with one hand as she fixed her hair with the other, which had fallen into disarray. She sat back into the corner of the sofa and looked out at the streaking stars for a moment, wondering idly how many millions of worlds they had past while kissing. Crossing her legs, she frowned suddenly wanting a cigarette. "I can't drink right now, if that's what you mean," Maenad said, still watching the white, yellow, blue, and sometimes red streaks outside.

Shaking her head, Lirha quickly dismissed the notion of drinking. She was too tired and not in the mood for any alcohol, and like Maenad, had to be awake in several hours to report to Alpha shift. "No, I had something else in mind." she replied as she slowly sat up and pushed her dark hair back behind her ears. Moving over to her bag, she pulled out a small clear bottle which contained a special kind of oil. "I was thinking you might enjoy a massage?" she asked with a raised eyebrow, making sure to entice Maenad by showing her the bottle. "I've been known to be gifted with my hands." she added with a grin.

Maenad looked back inside, focusing on the bottle in the captain's hand. She really needed to get back to bed, but the past few days had really wound her up. Stone calling her a bitch and a whore, telling her that she was subordinate to her and not the other way round had infuriated her so much that later she had cried to herself. Then there was her fight with Kiwosk, then learning that someone with the same rank and practically the same position as her was coming aboard to supervise research, and Kiri's accident, the intruders, Athlen being jailed, then subsequent masochism in the holodeck, Liyar's night at the hospital, learning about her anaemia's progression into its rarer and more lethal form, and now finding out that her XO had lied to the captain about what people thought of her... yes, a massage could do her some good.

A sort of mischievous grin appeared on her lips. "Just a massage," she said with a pretend sense of warning. "But I don't have anything to lay on," Maenad realised. She didn't want to get massage oil on her bed or furniture, and she was too long to lay on her table. "Unless we put some towels down over my covers," she thought.

"A towel might be a good idea." Lirha agreed, then slowly stood up from the couch and took Maenad's hand. "I think your bed would be the best place. I don't know if I'd be able to carry you back to bed if you fell asleep." she added with a light laugh. Lirha's wasn't exactly a weak person but Maenad was so much taller than her that she wasn't sure she would have the proper leverage. "Shall we?" she asked, gently pulling the woman's hand and motioning towards the bedroom.

Maenad flicked off the lamplight and stood, taking the captain to her bedroom. She got a few towels from the bathroom and spread them out over the bed after she flattened the covers she'd rumpled while sleeping. "Okay, what do you want me to do?" she asked, anticipation in her voice. Had she ever had a proper massage? She didn't think so, not that she could remember.

"Well, it's a massage...you don't have to do anything except take off your clothes and lie down." the captain answered with a reassuring squeeze on the science chief's arm. "And...try not to fall asleep right away." she added teasingly as she took a seat on the corner of the bed and waited for Maenad to comply.

Looking down at the captain from her spot on the bed, Maenad grinned in the starlight. She stretched her arms behind her back, letting the robe slide off onto the floor and she climbed onto the bed one leg at a time, laying with her chest down, eyes closed, and listened to the sound of her heart over the ambience of the engines.

Lirha watched lustfully as the woman disrobed, climbed on to the bed, then lay down. She really was a beautiful woman from head to toe, and had an attractive hourglass curve to her hips which accompanied her thin frame. As Maenad closed her eyes, Lirha removed her own clothes and tossed them to the foot of the bed. With the bottle of oil still in her hand, she delicately climbed on top of Maenad and straddled her waist, feeling a delightful sensation as her hips wiggled against the woman's butt. Before she began to administer the massage, Lirha took a long moment to rub her free hand affectionately up and down Maenad's back in a soothing motion, then leaned forward and gently kissed the back of her neck and spine. "Relax...I promise this will feel good." she whispered into the woman's ear.

Maenad felt a pleasurable tickle run from her ear and through neck in the way that whispering sometimes did that to her. She smiled as she jerked a bit from the tingle, even though Lirha hadn't touched her. She let herself go loose, not realising that she'd been so rigid. "Sorry," she whispered. She felt her arms weigh down on the bed too, flat against her sides, thinking morbidly that she probably looked like a dead body.

Feeling Maenad relax beneath her, Lirha sat upright still straddling her, and flipped open the cap to the bottle with a flick of her thumb. She squeezed a large and generous amount of the oil onto the center of the woman's back then closed the lid, watching as the clear substance created a small pool in the middle of Maenad's spine. Some of it began to seep down the sides of her ribs and on to the towel, but Lirha quickly used her hand to prevent a huge loss. Placing the bottle down, she cupped her hands and began to move the oil into Maenad's creamy skin, watching as it started to glisten from the lubrication and create a tingling sensation in her hands.

Unbeknownst to the science chief, it was no regular oil. Lirha had used a special brand that she acquired several years ago on Risa; An combination of various Orion root extracts to moisturize the skin, combined with a healthy dose of natural aphrodisiacs. The sensation it produced was often incredible, and it was just was she thought Maenad needed.

The captain proceeded to smooth the oil out over Maenad's back until she was satisfied that all of her skin was covered, then began a slow and symmetrical massage motion with her hands. Starting from the top of Maenad's neck, Lirha began to work her way outward across her shoulders and then down to the center, and finally the lower area of the Human's back. "How does that feel?" she asked softly, continuing to gently knead the flesh beneath her fingers and palms.

"Nice," Maenad said, her eyes still closed. The scents were intoxicating her, but little did she realise this. Nor did she have any idea that the oil that was working its way into her pores, through her skin, and into her body was making her more inclined to enjoy herself. She thought that her pleasure came from the sheer amount of stress in her body being rubbed out beneath Lirha's hands, not because of some potent Orion aphrodisiac. And she was now more exhausted than ever, but at the same time she was more awake than when Lirha had first woken her up. She exhaled quietly out through her mouth and swallowed.

Hearing her lover's soft voice of approval accompanied by her increasingly relaxed state, Lirha smiled to herself as she realized that Maenad was indeed relaxing, and enjoying it. The captain continued the massage, working up and down Maenad's back and pressing on each stress bubble she could find until she was satisfied that all of the woman's muscles were tended to.

When she finished with that, Lirha scooted down in between Maenad's ankles and grabbed the bottle again. She poured another large amount of oil over the Human's smooth rear end and the back of her thighs. Expertly, Lirha proceeded to massage the most sensitive areas of the woman, sliding her hand over her fleshy cheeks and into the tight crease between them. Her fingers soon found Maenad's slick sex in between a neatly trimmed patch of hair, and she proceeded to massage and tease her opening.

As she lay there on the bed, Maenad entered a state of ecstasy that she had never before experienced. The aphrodisiacs in the oils and the pheromones she breathed combined to spiral her into such a pleasurable consciousness that she hardly knew what was happening anymore. The mere sense of touch, anywhere on her body, felt pleasurable. Lirha's straddling thighs, her palms on the small of her back, her fingers against her jagged shoulder blades - nothing felt like the body parts that they were. Her entire body had become erogenous. But she had no time, or perhaps the mind, to consider any of that. She was too caught up in feeling, too overtaken by pleasure, to think of anything else.

She hardly noticed that Lirha had climbed off of her and moved down toward her feet, between the ankles of her loose down-turned feet, changing where she massaged to ever lower parts of her body. She felt the difference, though, when she went between her legs. The chemicals in her brain were acting in new ways, ways in which her brain was unaccustomed. She remembered that she had said something about only getting a massage, that she didn't want any of this tonight, that she had to be on duty in a few hours, but it all seemed so unimportant now. So unimportant, in fact, that the thought wasn't even a full thought at all, but an echo of a memory so far off that it might have been imagination.

No longer thinking, at least not in any conventional sense, Maenad's repressed carnal instincts took over. She pushed herself downwards, bending at the knees, her legs spread, until her thighs and calves were at almost ninety degrees from each other. She chewed her lips, her hair masked her face, her breaths were through her nose, silent and deep, quickening. She moved to Lirha's pace naturally, forgetting that Lirha was there, or for that matter that she was there too; forgetting that she was in her bedroom on a starship, that she was a science officer, a chief, a junior lieutenant, that Stone might kill her, that she loved music, that she was in space travelling at warp. Pleasure was all she was after, like it was the only thing she could have been after, like she was only made to exist because of and for the pursuit of it. She was now entirely malleable by it. She was under pleasure's control and, by extension, entirely Lirha's.

The beautiful sight of Maenad laying face down with her glistening butt in the air was enough to send quivers through Lirha. Though the Orion was not nearly as affected by the large amounts of aphrodisiacs, there was still a substantial amount which had seeped into her blood stream through her hands, and she felt herself suddenly extremely aroused, unable to control her impulses. Removing her fingers from inside Maenad, Lirha placed herself on her hands and knees, then moved her head forward until her nose rested gently against the woman's folds. Inhaling a deep breath of the science officer's scent, Lirha plunged her mouth into the tight opening and moaned as she began to lick and lap away at Maenad. She wrapped her green arms around her waist and pulled her closer, pressing her mouth even deeper inside the woman as she tended to her needs, as well as her own. Lirha lost track of time, but after many long moments, began to feel Maenad shiver as her inner walls began to tighten and contract around her tongue, signalling the start of an orgasm.

Maenad could hardly breathe anymore. Her lungs couldn't get enough air, her throat wasn't wide enough. Her head spun, she couldn't hear anymore, her entire body seemed to ripple with waves of bliss. She was laughing to herself between breaths, though quietly, like she'd thought of something hilarious at an inappropriate time. She was sporadically muttering incomprehensibly to herself in French, forgetting that she was supposed to speak English Standard now, or that Lirha only heard gibberish. She flattened herself so that she was laying as before, but her arms now hugged the pillow beneath her head.

Hearing Maenad softly mumble in French, Lirha watched as she sank down into the bed following her sexual high. Administering a series of affectionate touches on the woman's backside, she smiled contently with much happiness and reveled in the realization that she had brought her lover to climax. She slowly and meticulously continued to massage the thighs and calves of Maenad's legs, then finished wither her long and slender feet. Moving back up her body, Lirha pressed her naked chest on top of her, then rolled on to her side and wrapped a gentle arm around the woman. "Would you like more?" she asked in a barely audible voice, wondering if she had gone too far or needed to continue.

Somewhere in her mind she heard the call for sleep. She had duties. She was a chief. She was a model. But she was no longer Chief Science Officer Junior Lieutenant Maenad Ateret Panne, Ph.D.. She was now entirely someone else. Normally strictly regulated, her Limbic system was now experiencing an unregulated dominance, flooding her with dopamine. Every barrier in mind had gone. The Orion aphrodisiacs combined with the intoxication of Orion pheromones had numbed her senses. She knew she really wanted to say no. She knew that she had only agreed to a massage. "Yes," was all she could whisper, but deep inside she meant no.

Lirha gave her a kiss on the cheek then gently nudged Maenad and rolled her over onto her back. Climbing back on top of her and straddling her waist again, the captain fetched the bottle and poured another large glob of oil on Maenad's chest, watching as the thick clear liquid once again created a large pool. In much the same that she had done to the woman's back, she used her green hands to evenly distribute the liquid, coating her pale skin in a moist and slippery layer of oil. Starting with her neck and shoulders, Lirha slowly began to continue the massage and made sure to work out the stress and tension that was apparent in Maenad's muscles. She moved from her neck down to her breasts, kneading them in a gentle circular motion before moving down even further to the woman's taut belly.

Continuing with her motions, Lirha scooted herself down between the science chief's feet and started tending to her hips and waist. Another healthy dose of oil was applied and she spread it out over her lower body, starting with her groin and inner thighs. Once Maenad's legs were sufficiently massaged, Lirha turn her attention back to the area between them, unable to resist the temptation. The palm of her green hand began to massage the woman's core, and she soon felt Maenad's button become hard and firm from her touch. The captain inhaled a deep breath and let the pleasant fumes from the oil seep into her nose, then murmured words of delight to herself in her native Orion language. Her rubbing motions become more and more frequent until she watched as Maenad began to squirm with pleasure.

Riding on waves from last time, Maenad's body writhed. She could hardly breathe and she was gasping for air. There was a burning in her chest, too, that she had never quite felt before, and her hips were numb. She could feel a throbbing her in her neck and temples, the passing stars blurred together outside. Finally, after a long and silent pleasurable laugh to herself, Maenad could speak again. "I'm exhausted," she was able to say. And she was, in more ways than her body just needing to sleep.

Hearing her request, Lirha let out a deep sigh, one which was more out of understanding and love rather than disappointment. As Maenad had mentioned to the captain earlier, she had only agreed to a massage, not hours of erotic sex. And, they both had to report to their shifts the next morning which was...only three hours away, the nearby chronometer read. A quick check of Maenad's body revealed that she had been well-oiled and massaged, and Lirha was content to let her get some much-needed rest. Spirits knew, they both probably needed it.

Lirha stopped her motions and laid herself down directly on top of Maenad, wrapping her arms around the woman's neck and gently pulling them both so that they laid on their sides facing each other. She tightened her embrace and felt her own skin becoming slick and oily, yet didn't mind the sensation one bit. Lirha reached for Maenad's comforter-blanket and pulled it over the two of them, unconcerned how much oil might get on it; She would be happy to provide her with a new one in the morning, if she really wanted.

With her bed-mate now securely in her arms, Lirha nestled her forehead against Maenad's cheek as she closed her eyes. "I love you." she whispered, not thinking twice as the words simply slipped out of her mouth without any conscious effort.

Maenad had fallen asleep almost as soon as she'd finished saying that she was exhausted. Normally very particular about how she slept, all of those problems were buried by the instinctive parts of her brain. The weight of someone on top of her was not something that she could normally stand, much less be tolerant of, for too long. But now, in the euphoric state she was, she hardly noticed at all. Without hardly any movement and barely making a sound, Maenad had essentially passed out.

Lirha noticed the change in Maenad's breathing and realized that she had fallen asleep. Wrapping her leg around the taller woman's waist, she didn't mind that her expression of love had gone unanswered; She was confident that Maenad had surely heard her, either in her sleep or deep in her dreams. The captain quickly followed suit and in within a matter of seconds, was fast asleep as well, with Alpha shift only a matter of hours away.

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CAPT Lirha Saalm
Commanding Officer
USS Galileo

Lieutenant (JG) Maenad Panne
Chief Science Officer
USS Galileo

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